Poor Mom

So my mom called me last night while I was running errands. I talked to her on Sunday night for a minute but we didn’t spend long on the phone cuz she was almost ready for bed so I’d expected a call from her yesterday afternoon for more talking. It didn’t come until last night and I found out why.

She fell off a chair at school and hurt her hip.

Kinda funny, I know. I laughed, too.

She’s the morning kindergarten teacher at a private preschool. She was standing on a chair – one of the little kid ones that’s, like, a foot off the floor – hanging something on the wall or something, and somehow fell off the chair! She said one of her little kids asked if she was okay and she said “I don’t think so.” Another kid asked if they should get another teacher and my mom told her yes so the other teacher came in and asked if my mom needed an ambulance. She didn’t, but she did lie on the floor for a little while and couldn’t really walk when she finally got up. After attempting to move around with some crutches a friend dropped off, she finally called my dad (the kids told him “She was standing on a chair which is a ‘no no’ at school and fell off of it,”) and they went to the hospital. They actually put in an I.V. just in case they had to do surgery! All she could think was, “My hip is broken and I won’t be able to go to California [to visit me] next week.” :) Thankfully her hip wasn’t broken and she didn’t need surgery She’s now at home and on drugs. Ugh! She sounds miserable. She told me from her knee to her hip is hugely swollen and she has the biggest bruise she’s ever seen. My dad took a picture and sent it to me last night. It looks so painful! She’s probably going to kill me for posting it, but I decided I’d ask forgiveness instead of permission and just go for it.

Sorry mom. I hope you get better soon and can still visit me next week, even if you want to kill me for sharing your upper leg with the internet. Happy drugged dreams! ((hugs))

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I'm Annie, often known online as HairyShoeFairy. I'm a singer, graphic designer, and recovering chocolate milk addict. This is where I write about my everyday life as I try to balance doing the things I want with doing the things I have to. Want to know more?